AN: Here we go, a 2 years overdue ending. Since I already ruined the story, I decided to just gloss over writing about using the dragon balls and everything. Here is what happened: they used the dragon balls to bring back the dragon balls in Trunks' timeline. Then they used the Namekian dragon balls to wish that those dragon balls had the power to bring back people who had been dead longer than a year. This may or may not fit into the rules of Dragon Ball, but Dragon Ball rules are already crazy enough anyway.

This was it. Trunks had only ever known destruction and death. Now he would know prosperity and life.

"Oh great Shenron," he called to the mighty, green dragon hovering in the darkened sky, "please bring back everyone who was killed by the androids."

"Your wish has been granted."

"Next, please fix all of the devastation that resulted from the androids."

"Your wish has been granted."

"And lastly, please bring Son Gohan here."

"Your wish has been granted." The dragon vanished, the sky lightened, and the dragon balls flew away into the distance. Immediately afterward a confused Gohan appeared lying on the ground.

Unable to control himself, Trunks tackled him in a bear hug. "Gohan! I missed you so much!" Tears were flowing freely.

"Trunks? What happened?"

"Long story short, the androids are dead, and I brought you all back."

"With the dragon balls? But they were supposed to have disappeared?"

"I kind of traveled in time and used those dragon balls to bring ours back. I know it sounds unbelievable, and I will explain it all lately, but right now I'm just too happy."

"Me too." Gohan hugged him back cradling his head in his hand.

When Trunks had relaxed he looked down at him seriously. "Gohan, there's something I should have told you before. When I say this I don't expect anything. Having you back is the greatest gift. Gohan, I love you."

He watched as Gohan's eyes widened. Then the older half-Saiyan smiled kissing him gently. "And I you."

"What?" Trunks reeled. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"You were all I had left. I couldn't have stood losing you over it. Besides, I had to be there as a father figure. It would have been wrong." He averted his eyes.

"Is it still wrong?" Trunks glared.

He chuckled. "I guess not. What with what you went through I'm sure you don't need any more taking care of, at least not in a father-son sort of way." The last phrase was laden with temptation.

The lavender haired man whined at the implication. They kissed rougher this time, but when Gohan's hands began to trail the hem of his shirt he broke away. "We need to tell Mom that you are back."

"Can't it wait?"

"That would be mean."

Gohan groaned. "Okay, but after we are going to my place."

The door slammed as their bodies clashed together. "I've…wanted this…for so… long," Gohan said between kisses.

"Me too." Trunks removed his shirt first, pushing Gohan backward toward the couch. Sitting, Trunks climbed upon his lap meshing their mouths and feeling along his sides.

"The bed," the elder breathed.

"Too far." Gohan's breathe hitched making Trunks smirk. Apparently he'd been sexy. He kissed at his neck teasing at the hem of his shirt. Sucking, he worked his hand under the fabric feeling along hardened muscle not unlike his own.

"Trunks," Gohan whined breathily when Trunks urged his arms up. Together they discarded his shirt leaving them both bare. He felt along the younger's back pulling him back in tight. "Dende, I've wanted this."

"Yeah. What are we doing first?" Trunks asked directly catching Gohan off guard.

"Uh." Trunks laughed at the blank look on his face.

Licking his lips Trunks offered, "I could suck you."

"Are you serious?" Ignoring the question, the lavender haired man began pulling his pants down. "You really have grown up haven't you?" He sucked in a breath as Trunks touched his erection.

"It's bigger than I thought." He gave it a few strokes sliding over the slickening flesh. Gohan eyed him as he wet his fingers and brought them downward.

"What are you-" he was cut off as his erection's head was engulfed in the warm, wet nest. Licking downward, Trunks moved his fingers into his entrance working on stretching himself. He had taken the cock in partially, but when Gohan's hand touched his face reassuringly he pushed himself to take it in further. Gohan lost an arm for him, he could surely suck his entire cock in return. Tears sprang to his eyes when he felt the tip hit the back of his throat, but his lover's shivering exhale was worth it. Pulling back, he ran his tongue along the base. Reaching the tip, he swirled his tongue and took a large suck upon it. Gohan groaned loudly. Repeatedly, he followed this pattern watching as Gohan's calm broke more and more. With a firmer tug on his hair and a shuddered moan of "gonna," he came in a shooting load. Trunks had been prepared, but it came quickly and in large supply. Streams fell passed his lips.

Gohan stared at him in a daze before brushing a finger along some of the substance. Trunks latched onto the finger sucking it enthusiastically before licking along his mouth in an attempt to clean himself.

"Dende. Have you always been this sexy, or is this new?"

"Like what you got?" he asked provocatively.

"Definitely," he answered leaning down for a kiss heavy with his taste. His pants had fallen down around his ankles, so he pushed the annoying fabric aside leaving him entirely bare. Next, he worked on the other's own pants. When they had fallen, he ordered, "go back to the couch." Trunks willingly obeyed lying on his back. "Not like that." Trunks at him confused. "Lean on the side." He obeyed, leaning with his ass out for the taking. Gohan joined him straddling his back in an embrace. "This will probably hurt," he cautioned."

"A little pain has never stopped me before."

"I know." The words were loving and made half-Saiyan's heart beat happily. He felt his lover kiss his shoulder as his cock began to prod his entrance. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah." He felt the length slide in bit by bit, widening as it went. It wasn't painful exactly; it was more strange than anything. He focused on relaxing his tense muscles. The sooner they relaxed the sooner they could move. They sooner they moved the sooner they'd both feel good. "K. Move," he groaned.

"You sure?" Trunks nodded and squeezed his hand. Gohan pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as slowly.

"Down. Try pushing downward." Gohan did, and soon Trunks cried out in pleasure. "Yeah, like that." He moved faster, hitting with more momentum. Shortly, the younger's cock rammed into the couch creating beautiful friction. "Gaw!" he called out. He released his lover's hand, choosing to bring it to his weeping erection instead. Taking the hint, Gohan wrapped his hand around it stroking in time with his thrusts. Trunks called out again shuddering so hard he almost pushed them forward and onto the couch. Steadying his legs, he pushed back against Gohan, taking his cock in deeper.

"I love you so much," Gohan moaned bringing his head around for a wet kiss.

"ove too." Saliva was trailing from his mouth. Gohan pushed downward harder, bringing their bodies as close as he could. Frantically, he pounded, making sure to hit that spot again and again.

"Go-Gohan!"

"Cum, Trunks. Cum for me!" Without hesitation he did, semen soiling the couch, and ass squeezing tightly. Gohan continued rocking in and out, the tightness almost too much to bare. Finally, he came as well bringing Trunks down with him to a sitting position on the floor.

"Phew, that was something." He laughed.

"Yeah," Trunks agreed laying his head in the crook of his neck. "I'm gonna definitely need a nap before we do anymore."

"A nap? Maybe you are still a kid."

"Shut up!"

After hearing about Trunks' trip to the other timeline Gohan was set on visiting for himself. Trunks readily agreed upon the visit so that he could see how the other Gohan was getting along. They chose a random date in that timeline's future and took off.

They landed at Capsule Corp., and mere minutes later Bulma came running outside.

"Trunks!" she called waving happily. When she saw Gohan climbing out of the machine as well her smile grew even wider. "You managed to bring him back. Thank Dende." She came up giving them both friendly hugs. "Let me go get Vegeta."

"Want to meet me?" Trunks laughed at the excited look in his eyes. "I've been meaning to ask you, just how long have you been into me, huh?" he asked pointing a finger to the elder's chest.

"Uh, well. I while," he said looking away.

"You are a pedophile!" Trunks accused laughing.

"No I'm not!"

"Are too~ I should tell Chichi to keep an eye on this version of you."

Gohan grabbed his shoulders. "I'm not a pedophile. I'm just attracted to you." His voice was sultry.

The sound of a throat being cleared broke them out of a kiss. "Uh." Turning, they found a small boy with lavender hair.

"Hey, kid," Trunks greeted.

"Yeah," kid Trunks replied awkwardly. Well it wasn't every day you walk in on yourself making out with an older version of your friend.

"Hi there…Trunks," Gohan said.

"Are you from the future too?"

"Sure am. I'm Gohan."

"Duh. I'm not stupid. Hey, Goten, come out here!"

"Goten?" Gohan muttered confused.

A small kid who looked oddly like himself and Goku came running from the house. "What's up, Trunks?" He paused seeing the two visitors. "Wah! Are you the future Trunks we've heard about? And you, are you my brother?" Goten looked on excitedly.

"Yep. I'm Trunks and this is Gohan." Trunks was unfazed by this turn of events, but Gohan went from surprised to sad looking.

Leaning down, the black haired half-Saiyan asked, "So, Goten, what is your favorite animal?"

"Uh? That's a hard one. I like all animals!" he exclaimed spreading his arms wide.

"Is that so? I like dragons best," he said ruffling the child's hair.

"Dragons? They are cool. Want to come play with us?"

"Sure."

They had been racing each other for about an hour before Vegeta finally showed. He grunted upon seeing them.

"Hello, father," Trunks welcomed.

"Hello." Vegeta looked mostly disinterested until he sniffed the air. "Trunks, I would like a word with you." Kid Trunks put his controller down looking nervous. "Not you, son, the other Trunks." Kid Trunks sighed in relief.

Following his father out, Trunks heard his counterpart whisper, "I thought I was in trouble again."

Once they were out of earshot, Vegeta turned on him. "You have coupled with Kakarot's brat."

Trunks blushed. "Yes," he admitted.

"Why would you do such a thing?"

"Because I love him."

"Love, huh? Stupid earthling notion," Vegeta mumbled.

"Are we good?" he asked nervously. He didn't want to lose his approval again.

Vegeta only grunted. "Come on. Bulma's making pot luck."

The next day they flew to the Son's house with Goten and were welcomed with pleasant surprise.

"Uh, hi, me," present Gohan said awkwardly.

"Yeah, hi."

Present Gohan gave Trunks a hug whispering, "I'm glad for you," and Trunks smiled thankfully.

Gohan wanted to see his dad, but he wanted to talk with himself more so. "Mind if we have a chat?" he asked himself.

"Not at all." They walked along a trail in the forest.

"So you knew about Trunks' feelings?" Gohan asked.

"Yeah."

"He told you?"

"Not really. I figured it out."

"Oh."

"So, you returned his feelings?"

"I've liked him for a long time."

"Oh."

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

"Do you like Trunks?"

"Uh, well…" present Gohan blushed slightly. "I admit that I might have had a small crush on your Trunks while he was here. But this Trunks? No. I actually have a girlfriend."

"Really?" Gohan stopped walking.

"Videl. She's smart and feisty. Her dad is a piece of work, though."

"And Trunks' isn't?" They both laughed at this. "Hmm. So, I guess I'm not gay then."

"I don't think it works that way. I think we just end up liking who we like. Or at least, that's what I think."

"That's a nice way of putting it."

They stayed for a week, and had even met Videl. Gohan could see why his other self liked her. She had a special charm about her, but Trunks' charm was tenfold. Everyone stood watching in farewell with waving arms and shouts. As he studied them all Trunks noticed the two boys off to the side of the rest of the group. The kids' hands were clasped tightly. Intrigued, Trunks looked kid Trunks directly in the eyes watching as red colored his face. Caught!

It gave Trunks a strange feeling thinking about how different their timelines were. Even with the return of the dead their timeline would never be this one. In this timeline lived entirely different individuals. If a Goten had been born in his world would his feelings have strayed? He doubted it, yet he knew this was due to the strong bond they'd formed. They were different people living different lives, and contemplating what ifs was pointless. He was in a loving relationship, had friends to return to, and had this group of welcoming people he could visit whenever he chose. His life had not been perfect, but he was content, and it was his own.